Futile

Today I sat down at my desk, found myself flicking through Facebook, clicked on a link about how the rights of children are being eroded on the quiet by a government intent on using the COVID-19 crisis as an opportunity to advance its deregulatory, liberalising agenda…

And all of a sudden I’m crying. Wow, that came out of no-where, I hadn’t realised I was in the mood for crying.

I can’t cope with this. There is just too much to fight. It’s just another tiny example, but everywhere I look there are injustices that seem insurmountable. And everywhere I don’t look, I know there’s even more. So much injustice, so much suffering. This crisis is being used as an exercise in mass brainwashing, as if that were needed, and a convenient excuse, a distraction, an opportunity. Taking us further away than ever from an informed, functioning democracy. While we stand on our doorsteps and clap.

I’m feeling powerless, pointless, defeated.

I haven’t cried for a while. I’ve been feeling quite joyful. Only because I have been disengaging, detaching from what’s happening, enjoying my life in my little bubble where everything is lovely. Watching seedlings grow, noticing the flowers, enjoying the sunshine.